The man, who was supposed to flee north, miraculously appeared on the southern side of the highway, with large rose gardens on both sides.
Clearly, this was a location carefully chosen by the other party.
It was also a meticulously planned script.
"Would you like to talk to me?" The man leaned forward gracefully, remaining calm and collected despite the dozen or so gun barrels opposite him. "I'd like to invite you to visit the rose garden here; I planted them myself."
Wen Jiu looked at him coldly, without saying a word.
Gu Xun sighed regretfully, leaned lazily against the car, and said, "It seems we can only talk here."
Wen Jiu raised his hand, and loaded the bullet.
Gu Xun smiled, making no attempt to hide or conceal himself, and he wasn't even holding any weapon.
He said, "You can shoot. I won't dodge as long as you shoot."
"Only you."
As soon as he finished speaking, ten bodyguards stood up with their guns drawn, pointing them at the others, and a stalemate ensued.
Qing Feng stepped forward to shield the person behind him, only to Wen Jiu emerge from behind and walk forward step by step.
The boy stood in the light, his shadow cast on the ground, a black gun hovering between the light and shadow.
Gu Xun's smile deepened, and as if he hadn't noticed, he asked, "Do you know Song Shijun?"
Wen Jiu paused in her steps.
In the listening room, the person recording the conversation stopped writing and looked at Director Lu expression was calm and composed, among the group of leaders.
At this time, Shen Qianshan had already led his team to the designated location. At dawn, Feng Yuan would meet with the target on time.
Why did Gu Xun suddenly mention this name at this moment?
"Looks like he knows." Gu Xun sneered. "His sins are no less than mine, his hands are covered in blood, yet he thinks he can leave this place because of one person. How ridiculous!"
Wen Jiu frowned. "He couldn't decide his own background, that's not his fault, and you don't need to smear him in front of me."
Gu Xun murmured softly, "You're always so forgiving of others."
"He is no stranger."
Gu Xun chuckled, "What if he does the same thing as his father?"
Wen Jiu felt a chill run down his spine. His intuition told him not to delve any further, but he still asked anyway.
"What do you mean?"
Instead of answering, Gu Xun asked, "What did he tell you? Atonement?"
Lu Xing frowned and immediately ordered, "Notify Captain Shen, rescue them first!"
The Feng Yuan had already been exposed!
If that's the case, why did they assign him this mission in the first place?
Lu Xing tapped the table with his fingers, the frequency increasing until a terrifying thought surfaced, the idea in his mind coinciding with the man's voice.
"Do you know how many informants he's killed over the years while working undercover?"
Do you know how many innocent lives have been soaked in his hands?
Do you know how heavy the burden of his sins is?
Gu Xun raised his eyes, gazing into the boy's clear eyes, and uttered words powerful enough to shatter anyone's heart.
Lu Xing suddenly stood up, and all the leaders and responsible persons also stood up.
Two minutes later, Lu Xing stood in front of the satellite monitoring screen, and the sound rang out in each communication channel, like a drawn-out alarm, sharp and piercing—
"Attention all departments! Operation canceled! Repeat! Operation canceled immediately!"
"That shipment was fake! There was no buyer at all!!!"
All of this was a bait to lure Feng Yuan into the game, to lure the police and special forces into the game, with the ultimate goal of burying everyone.
"No, that batch of goods is genuine." Under the gaze of more than twenty eyes, Shen Qianshan's emotions remained completely unchanged.
"Those people are cold-blooded and insane lunatics. They know exactly what the price of killing Feng Yuan be, and they're willing to gamble it all."
"I think the target is probably sitting with Feng Yuan right now, and is very much looking forward to seeing what's about to happen."
We cannot back down.
Based on the other party's line of thought, Shen Qianshan said in a deep voice:
"Once you get your ticket to the game, what will the person controlling the game do if a player quits? What will the remaining players face? We can't even imagine."
Lu Xing furious. He knew this kid from the Shen Family was hard to manage. "You call this a game?!"
"Yes, games."
Shen Qianshan looked out the window at the dark, distant mountains, which resembled a ferocious beast with outstretched wings. Where darkness enveloped everything, no remains of the dead were found.
"A game where lives are at stake."
The atmosphere in the communication channel was silent and oppressive.
Ren Huaizhong sighed and said, "It's too late to back out now."
The criminal police and special police in each group were lying in ambush on the only section of the mountain road. Taking action at this time would definitely alert the enemy.
"You knew all along!"
The past is laid bare, revealing the bloody wounds and unbearable truths that are despairing and suffocating.
Wen Jiu's voice trembled, "Why did you do this?!"
"Why didn't you kill him? Why didn't you kill him in the first place?!"
With her hands stained with sin, and watching herself drift further and further away from the right path, Wen Jiu feel like she couldn't breathe. And Feng Yuan lived like this for ten years!
The outcome remains unresolved!
"Why are there so many whys in this world?" Gu Xun laughed at his naivety. "Watching people climb out of the mire, clean and pure, only to fall back into it, sinking deeper and deeper until they become the same monsters, until they can never get out again."
"Isn't this feeling exciting?"
The man's expression was frantic. "If he knew that all his years of sacrifice and forbearance had become a joke, his expression would be priceless!"
Bang!
The bullet tore through flesh, the pain instantly soaking the man in cold sweat, yet the look in his eyes grew increasingly crazed.
Gu Xun raised his hand to cover the penetrating wound on his left shoulder and approached Wen Jiu step by step.
He asked coldly, "You feel sorry for him?"
"That madman, that monstrous, out-of-place creature, is actually worth your pity?" Gu Xun scoffed. "Your sympathy is far too excessive!"
Wen Jiu pulled the trigger, the force of which made his wrist go numb, forcing him to switch to holding the gun with both hands.
Cold sweat slid down his delicate, pale cheeks, but not a single tear fell.
His brain, numb with pain, became even clearer. Wen Jiu's dark pupils stared at him as she said, word by word, "You're jealous."
"Yes, I'm jealous!" The boy's change made Gu Xun laugh even more wildly, "I'm going crazy with jealousy!"
"I just don't want him to have an easy time. Every single person you care about, I'm going to destroy them all!"
He wants to atone for his sins, but I won't let him have his way!
"He wants freedom, but I'll use every life to block all the exits!"
"He should rot here!" Gu Xun cursed viciously, "Rotting here forever!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Left arm, right shoulder, right leg—the gunshots echoed in the empty rose garden. The man finally lost his strength, his knee slamming heavily to the ground.
His gaze toward Wen Jiu grew increasingly infatuated, subtly carrying the satisfaction of having achieved his goal.
The strong smell of blood and the blood all over the ground made Qing Feng's scalp tingle.
No one expected that Wen Jiu, who seemed delicate and harmless, would act so decisively and swiftly.
But it should... end here.
Qing Feng sighed silently and stepped forward to advise, "Sister-in-law, leave the rest to us."
If the fighting continues, this person will die.
He couldn't bear to let his sister-in-law's hands get dirty.
Wen Jiu glanced at him from the side, and that one glance was enough to freeze Qing Feng in place.
Wen Jiu approached, raised the muzzle of his gun, and lifted Gu Xun's chin. Blood slid down, and his body was inevitably stained with Gu Xun's blood.
Gu Xun's thin lips curled slightly, and he chuckled softly.
Falling in love with Wen Jiu feels like running forward uncontrollably, knowing there's a cliff ahead, but unable to stop.
From the moment he saw the boy enter the sea and his heart race uncontrollably in his past life, the Sword of Damocles had been hanging over his head.
Even if one arrives a lifetime late, one is still destined to fall.
Gu Xun raised his hand, staining his wrist with his own blood, gripped it, and slowly moved the gun barrel to his own brow, enduring the pain.
His laughter was both maniacal and vicious. "Fire!"
If all I have can't earn me a place in your heart, then I'll stain your hands with my own blood.
I'd trade this worthless life for your pure and innocent heart.
"Didn't you want me dead? Shoot." Gu Xun urged in a hoarse voice, "I'll grant your wish."
Qing Feng: "Sister-in-law! Don't listen to him, he's just deliberately trying to provoke you!"
"You think I wouldn't dare?" Wen Jiu seemed not to hear him, the gun pressed firmly against his forehead. "People like you should rot here forever!"
"I'm already rotten!"
Gu Xun, trembling, desperately reached for Wen Jiu's hand, forcing him to pull the trigger, his eyes bloodshot. "It's already rotten in the Pei Family!"
"This heart is rotten! It stinks! Didn't you already know that?!"
"Shoot! Kill me!"
"If you don't kill me, how can you avenge Feng Yuan?! How can you avenge yourself?!"
Come on!!!
Wen Jiu's lips were deathly pale, but her pupils grew increasingly dark. The scene before her eyes suddenly distorted for a moment, and Qing Feng's anxious shouts in her ears gradually became indistinct.
Both Gu Xun's tightly clenched hands and Qing Feng's attempts to pry them open seemed to have been paused.
A gunshot rang out, and his eyes went completely unfocused.
Deep within her pupils, a sea of red was reflected, along with the man's astonished and resentful gaze.
Mixed with blood, and filled with hatred.
It was so complicated that Wen Jiu couldn't understand it at all.
It seems like someone is singing in my ear--
"My heart has always been that of a spectator."
Unfortunately, I am a character in a play.
I was covered in dust and grime
How dare I ask?
How much of this feeling is intoxication, and how much is genuine?
The performer on stage approached with graceful steps, her fingertips lightly touching the man's brow across time and space, and she sighed helplessly:
"Originally a spectator, but became too deeply involved in the play."
When the opera singing stopped, the world fell silent for a moment.
A pair of gentle hands wiped away the blood from the back of his hand and pulled him into an embrace.
A familiar, chilly aura enveloped the boy.
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Congratulations to Gu Xun on wrapping up filming! Everyone who sees this gets a share: a banana peel, a watermelon rind, a chicken foot, and a free little gift!
The stage scene in "The Performer" is described in Chapter 121, which specifically depicts a stage scene featuring a supporting character, serving both as a foil and as foreshadowing.
It should be over by tomorrow! Time to go home! Take them home!!!